"He Mingjue, I'm engaged!" Wen Xihe spoke so fast that even she herself found it frightening. The moment she finished speaking, she finally felt the feeling that spread silently from deep inside her body.
Pain everywhere in her body. That kind of pain, as if something was violently taken away from the depths of her body and even her soul in an instant.
He Mingjue, who was still slightly drunk, sat up from the sofa with a "huo" sound. The ring on Wen Xihe's finger was faster and more effective than any hangover medicine in the world. He Mingjue felt that he
It felt like a bucket of cold water was poured on my face.
"You are mine!" He looked at Wen Xihe firmly. The icy coldness in the man's eyes was like a blade, cutting hard into Wen Xihe's nerves. Wen Xihe took a deep breath.
, forcing herself to look at the man across from her with the calmest eyes, and emphasized again, "He Mingjue, I am not yours. I am not anyone else's. I am an individual and I belong to myself." She paused and said,
When he noticed that He Jue's eyes were getting darker, he continued, "But now, I am with another man. He is my fiancé, and in the future, I will belong to him. He will love me, and so will I.
Love him…ugh!”
A man's strong hand strangled Wen Xihe's neck in an instant. A strong storm condensed around He Mingjue, and his eyes were red. He strangled Wen Xihe's hand, still holding his hand.
With a little force, "Wen Xihe, take back what you just said. Even if he loves you, you won't love him. Tell me, right?!"
Until this moment, He Mingjue saw with his own eyes the ring on Wen Xihe's hand, and heard Wen Xihe say that she was going to belong to someone else. He Mingjue's heart was pulled violently by some force, and the pain was subtle and sharp.
It was silent and piercing his heart again and again. He suddenly couldn't imagine what his world would be like without this woman by his side in this life.
Wen Xihe's cheeks turned red, and her neck was clamped hard. For a moment, she suddenly felt that she was about to be strangled to death by He Mingjue. The moment she got fresh air, she coughed violently.
.
He Mingjue's expression changed slightly. He stretched out his hand to touch her back, but finally took it back.
"Xixi," he looked at her, trying not to let his emotions go out of control and scare her, "promise me to take back what I just said. Break off the engagement with that man and come back to me!" He Mingjue tried his best to suppress himself.
He was about to lose control of his emotions. At this time, he couldn't guarantee what he would do to Wen Xihe later.
"I don't -" Almost without thinking, Wen Xihe's voice was one decibel higher than usual. She glared at He Mingjue, and Ye Yuwei's face appeared in front of her eyes, "Why can you love others?"
, I can’t? He Mingjue, I am not an accessory to your life!”
He Mingjue's tall body suddenly stood up from the sofa, and the shadow that instantly enveloped him made Wen Xihe shiver.
"Wen Xihe, leave him!"
Wen Xihe's body was trapped between the man's long legs and the sofa. She slowly backed away, but found that there was no way to retreat in the end. She bit her lip and refused to compromise.
"I don't, I want to marry him!"
Lord Hector's eyes had slowly changed color in anger. He took another step closer and his voice was cold and low.
"Wen Xihe, leave him!"
"I don't-ah!"
The next second, the man pulled her body and pressed her on the sofa. He Mingjue's eyes were fixed on Wen Xihe, and his big hand had already covered Wen Xihe's chest. With just a slight exertion,
, she will be exposed naked to his sight.
Once, it was a wonderful thing. He always wanted to get the most complete thing, and she always wanted to give the most perfect thing. But now, who would have thought that this has become his biggest weapon to threaten her.
"I don't-" Wen Xihe bit her lip, her originally pale face turning white bit by bit, "He Mingjue, why can't we each find our own happiness? Why do you always refuse to
Let me go..." She said, as if her words had touched the most painful part of her heart, and tears fell down. The more she tried to calm herself down, the more tears fell down.
The more turbulent it becomes.
He Mingjue narrowed his eyes slightly and secretly exerted force on his hands.
"Wen Xihe, leave him!"
Wen Xihe didn't speak, but stared at the man on top of her with tears, and the original brilliance in her eyes dimmed little by little.
Each other's happiness? She never knew that his happiness could never be given by others.
"Stab..."
Wen Xihe's chest felt cold, and the clothes on her body had turned into countless pieces in He Mingjue's hands. The man's big hand forcibly went around behind her, and with a slight hook, he was instantly freed from the restraints. With it
The calloused hands slid all the way down Wen Xihe's graceful back. Wen Xihe bit her lip, tears falling heavily. But no matter how hard she struggled, she could not break free from He Mingjue's restraints.
Fear and despair crept into her heart little by little.
The man tore off the last barrier from her body. When she was crying, he stood up and quickly removed all the restraints on his body. He pressed down again and trapped her again when she tried to escape.
At this moment, the furious He Mingjue decided.
From now on, he will never give her any chance again.